“Thank you,” I murmur against his chest. I don’t know if he hears me or if he’s gone to some special place too. It doesn’t matter. I’ll tell him again and again. And again. Because Kayden might think I’ve given him something just now, but the truth is he’s given me something too, something I’ve never had before: true closeness and the ability to let go.
Chapter Fifteen
Kayden
We make out like both our lives depend on it. I lose track of time, Caleb the only thing existing in my world. I’m consumed by him and how he makes me feel. Somehow, he’s managed to pull me out of my head, and the lightness that inhabits my body is addicting. I want to feel like this all the time. I made him come. He made me come. I never imagined it could be like this between two people. Perhaps it’s the familiarity and the trust between us, or perhaps it’s just us, the way we seem to fit, not just in this most intimate way, but in all ways. Everything is just so effortless and natural with him. The way he sees me and treats me with such genuine care. The way he shows parts of himself that I don’t think he shows anyone else.
When my stomach growls, Caleb laughs, then sprints out of the room and comes back with a packet of wet wipes. He cleans me up, wiping dried cum from my stomach, a focused frown between his brows. I can hardly contain the almost giddy happiness in my chest at Caleb wiping his cum off my stomach. When he’s done, he hands me my packer and we quickly dress, then scarf down the cold omelets. He praises my cooking excessively, and I laugh it off, telling him it’s just because he just came. That makes him blush adorably, and I have to kiss him again. And again. Soon, I’m back in his lap, grinding my packer against his hard cock, feeling desire pull at me again. Fuck, when he sucked my dick earlier… He was so into it, like he was in love with my dick, just like he said he was. It was everything. I think I blacked out for a few seconds when I came. Then Caleb stroked himself, blowing his load all over my stomach. That had been a fantasy of mine for a while now, having another guy’s cum on my body, marking me with the proof of his desire for me. It was a dream come true.Calebis a dream come true, and although I know he’s not a relationship kind of guy, I can’t help wanting it, wanting it withhim. I know this is dangerous territory, but I don’t know how to hold back now that I’ve finally allowed myself to let go. Being with another man in the most intimate way is everything I hoped it would be, and I find myself craving more, like a starved man.
“Fuck, baby,” Caleb hisses against my ear, then sucks on my earlobe. He tugs at it with his teeth, and goosebumps spread down my neck and across my shoulders. “Mmmhhh,” he hums, the sound echoing through my body until it finds a home in my chest. “I want you again,” he drawls, and my dick pushes against my packer with a loud, resoundingyes!
“I want you too, but it’s late. I should go.” It’s the last thing I want. The truth is, I want to stay wrapped around Caleb as we come against each other again and again, but it’s too soon for that. This is our first date, and still…
“Stay,” he rasps against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “Don’t go yet.”
“Caleb…” I squirm against his solid body, and his tongue laves along the stretch of skin he just nibbled on.
“Stay, please.” There’s an edge to his voice, not exactly pleading, but still raw and honest, like he really wants me to. My resolve slowly but surely slips away, because why should I deny myself this?
“Okay. Okay, I’ll stay.” I tip my head back to make more room for him. I can’t get him close enough.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yeeesss,” he hisses. “The things I’m gonna fucking do to you, baby.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
He waggles his eyebrows. “Everything. I’m gonna blow your fucking mind, K.”
I snort out a laugh because he’s so ridiculously dorky when he’s trying to be all sexy.You already have,I want to say.Everything about you blows my mind. But it’s too soon. I don’t want him to freak out.
He tangles his fingers through mine, then stands, tugging me with him from the couch. “Come on.”
“What about the plates?”
“Leave them. We’ll get them in the morning.”
I swallow down my nerves as they bubble to the surface.In the morning.Because I’m staying. I’m spending the night with Caleb at his place. I stumble over my own feet as he leads me to his bedroom.
“Don’t freak out,” he smiles at me over his shoulder. “There’s no reason to. You’re good.”
I’m good. I’m safe. Caleb won’t ask anything of me that I’m not willing to give him. He won’t laugh or look at me funny. I’m good.
Caleb’s bedroom is another huge surprise, and my mouth drops open as I take in his bed. It’s littered with embroidered pillows with all sorts of generic quotes likehome sweet home, seize the day, home is wherethe heart isand at the end of the bed, there’s a quilted blanket with a huge rainbow on it.
I can’t help laughing. The sound just bubbles from my chest, because this is so far from what I expected.
“What?” I can tell by the small wrinkles forming around his eyes that he’s about to crack up, too.
I snort. “So this is yourlooove denwhere you woo all your dates?”
“Fuck you!” he laughs, then buries his face in his hands, groaning.
I whistle with admiration. “You have an actual rainbow blanket?”
“I do. Don’t you? I thought it was part of the standard membership package of the queer club.”